If You Love Something

His hands traveled across shimmering blue skin, the rubbery sensation beneath his fingers sent warm shivers down his spine; long fingers, webbed and moist, cupped around his face, pulling him into a wet and possessive kiss. Thin teeth, slightly sharpened, used for catching and eating fish, nibbled at his lower lip, causing a type of erotic discomfort that he had grown to look forward to.

"Come here." The webbed hands moved from his face, trailing down his neck and chest, touching and rubbing all the places that made him swoon. He held his breath to keep from making satisfied noises, unwilling to give any verbal indication that he was enjoying the treatment. Those hands, damp and smooth against his skin, made their way to his naked ass to palm at the swells of muscle. He was pulled closer to the owner of the webbed hands, slowly shifting forward in response.

The man whose tongue lapped at his earlobe was no man at all. The owner of the damp hands, with eyes the color of the shallow sea, but held secrets that were deeper than the ocean, was one of the myth-shrouded merfolk.

A year ago Arthur wouldn't have believed it, wouldn't have even imagined in his wildest dreams that he would ever be in the position he was in now; one knee on each side of the merman's long, dolphin-esque tail, his hands being guided to the slit that was now just before Arthur's own growing erection. "Touch me," the merman mumbled into Arthur's ear, his voice warbling and deepened with lust.

Arthur's fingers circled the entrance of the slit, his fingertips growing moist as he rubbed and teased the rubbery and sensitive skin before slipping his fingers gently inside. The merman shuddered at Arthur's touch, his hands squeezing Arthur's ass in pleasure. The slender tip of the merman's cock brushed against Arthur's probing fingers and with familiarity he began to coax it out.

The merman's cock was long, pink, and tapered at the tip. His webbed hands moved from Arthur's ass to grip their dicks together in a damp hold. Arthur instinctively bucked into the sensation, his hands moving across the merman's smooth, streamline chest. "Arthur…" a soft nip at his shoulder, "Not enough…"

It was his cue, the verbal signal (whether it was intentional or not, Arthur couldn't tell) to raise his hips and lightly prep his loose hole before plunging himself down onto the merman's curved cock, pushing himself further and further down, until he was stretched to the point of pain, and at that point he lifted himself, his thighs shaking as the merman touched him everywhere – seemingly vivacious and unsatisfied.

And even though his body responded so positively, his back arching and fingers beginning to spasm, Arthur constantly reminded himself that he didn't want it, that he had never wanted it.

"Acknowledge me," the merman breathed out as Arthur rode him steadily. "Say my name; say you love me; acknowledge me."

His jaw opened and shut. Jagged pants were the only noise he was capable of. He didn't want to say it, to bind this strange spell further. But those hands were on him and those blue eyes, so mystic and surreal, staring into his own. Arthur's lips moved on what felt to be their own.

"I love you, Alfred," he murmured as his climax took him. "I love you."

A/N: So this is a little mini-series/drabble-series type thing that I decided to do while out vacationing.

Hopefully I'll be able to update this every day/every other day. :Db